you are a terribly real thing in a terribly false world
"Both, I think." It's a quiet admission but one that Finn gives freely, given that the Eye probably knows all that there is to know about him already. He rests his hands in his pockets, his gaze only moving to Cian as the other man begins to speak in earnest, and he finds himself curiously caught in the scenario that the other man paints. He is already knitting together the imaginary games and pieces when the question is flung at him, and Finn's gaze moves to the window as if it is easier to hold a conversation with that.
"Closing, I think," he says slowly. "Chess is a patient man's game. The pieces we have will be sufficient at holding ground against any opening move from the opposition, and it would allow us time and space to make a measure of what we are dealing with. There is time, also, to see how these other games play out." Stormy eyes drop now to the floor. "It is true that some of the pieces are better openers, and their talents may be somewhat wasted. But as you say, we cannot be masters of everything."
"Closing, I think," he says slowly. "Chess is a patient man's game. The pieces we have will be sufficient at holding ground against any opening move from the opposition, and it would allow us time and space to make a measure of what we are dealing with. There is time, also, to see how these other games play out." Stormy eyes drop now to the floor. "It is true that some of the pieces are better openers, and their talents may be somewhat wasted. But as you say, we cannot be masters of everything."
and that, I believe
is why you are in so much pain
FINN
